It's like I'm a single crisp, greenish brown Autumn leaf floating down the street, not exactly certain where it's destined to wind up. Sure, it's enjoying its careless stroll, going wherever the wind carries it. But its subconscious is constantly sending it disturbing reminders. For now it's flying past every little thing in its way. Cars, stray animals, the rain, everything. But somehow, it knows. It knows that eventually the wind will stop. Subconsciously it fears the future, it knows that when the wind refuses to gain its speed again, the leaf will end up alone, trapped in a gutter somewhere, or something along those lines. The leaf is too busy enjoying its journey through the chilly autumn wind to think about such inconveniences. But suddenly, just as the leaf feared in the back of its mind, the brisk Autumn wind turns to the harsh Winter call. The leaf is blown away into the gutters and sewers of a foreign area. No longer being blown by the cool breeze of the Fall, but alone under the cold streets and waste facilities. The fear was always there, the leaf just refused, no, was afraid to think such things, and it took something like this to realize and come clean with its true fears.
Alone and frozen, the leaf dissolves and is no more.